..it felt forever until i heard noises again. a firm step coming towards the door. it opened and slammed shut again after somebody entered. he came to...ards me. "oh dear" he laughed, "you gotta forgive sergio, he has his routine...." and with that he carefully lifted my blindfold. "he likes to train the girls a certain way... me on the other hand..." he started fumbling with the buckle of that ball gag "i wanna look into your beautiful green eyes and i wanna hear your voice the entire time...". I can still remember the feeling today. Over the week, we had several “make-out” sessions. Each one got a little more exciting. My first feel, was followed by my first under-the-shirt feel. Then under the bra and finally, removed the shirt all together. Oh the joy of sucking on large, full breasts. I thought I was in heaven. She liked it too; pushing them on me and moaning. It didn’t stop there, she was exploring too. Her hands were busy discovering new parts of the male body. Needless to say,. " How did Claire die?" asked Lindy."She died loving me. I fucked her to death. I don't know how she did it, but even at eighty she never failed to thrill me in bed. But at eighty, her old heart couldn't handle it. Like a warrior dying in battle, dying in my arms with my cock thick inside her was to her the most honorable death she often told me when I feared the outcome that actually happened. It hurt to die. I could see her contorted face. But there was a smile there. A fucking smile." He. I was there maybe 3 hours and getting bored actually but thinking maybe the clientele would get better as the day went on. I had talked to a lot of the men, and they had shown BIG interest in me, but again I was waiting, and I made that clear. At one point I had joined others and was watching 3 guys have sex in a room through the window slats and my cock sprang to life to the apparent delight of the guys watching and next thing I knew my towel was off me and was being tossed around the men,.